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I want to kiss a girl’s chest so fucking much

Eternatus

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And I don’t mean breasts, literally the upper chest area, waking up being comfortable under the sheets in a dark room and just getting along in a tight waist hug feeling the sweat on our shirts and just kiss her by the collar bone, going on and on, It doesn’t really have to lean for a sexual outcome really even tho it would give me a boner of course, but it’s just some sort of veneration thing for me like I have this girl inhabiting my mind since 2022 and I would want to be her obedient servant on a leash and kiss her so much on her chest while she wonders how could I be so fucked up in the brain to venerate and kiss her like Im front of Eve or something.

Do that for hours with all the moisture getting in the air and pheromones, till my face starts to get sore and I just get asleep tightly locked sideways with our legs crossed and breathing her hair feeling her bare skin her hands running through my hair cuddling me to another sleep waiting to recharge and doing it again, not in lust but in this sort of oxytocin gooning middle ground where I just orgasm with my mind by feeling all of this at once, something gets me addicted more than anything else and I would die for.

I hate that I need to feel like this but that’s what the truth and it’s killing me everyday that comes by, this gotta mean something for her, there’s some sort of thread in the air that I cannot see, some sort of higher connection that we should have and it’s taking time to reveal, let me be wrong about all of this, please let me believe that it turns out good in the end, that my 24 years were a preparation and God just wanted to try and test my desires and feelings, please let this world not be just cold and calculated mammal responses based on breeding index and survival of the fittest, let me be the one who kisses her, let me be the one who feels the warmth laying over her thorax and be full, completed, silencing all the noise, the voices, the fear, the doubt, the disillusion, the agony, the torment, my torpor, my pain.

Just please, please let this be true.
 
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i used to think kinda like this and it never happened

better to try and get a girlfriend now and not later when you will only be allowed to talk to old hags
 
i used to think kinda like this and it never happened

better to try and get a girlfriend now and not later when you will only be allowed to talk to old hags
No way for me I am also severely asperger so I literally cannot achieve this. There must be a girl that gets close to me for that to happen. I love this place but I wish to farewell once and for all cause it’s getting exhausting.
 
I watched nagatoro san to many times for it not to be :/
the real life nagatoro is 5 points lower in looks level than her senpai
 
I want to kiss a foid.
 
Brutal Chestpill
 
E não me refiro aos seios, literalmente à parte superior do peito, acordar confortavelmente debaixo dos lençóis em um quarto escuro e simplesmente nos abraçarmos pela cintura, sentindo o suor em nossas camisas, e beijá-la na clavícula, e assim por diante. Não precisa necessariamente ter um desfecho sexual, embora me deixasse excitado, é claro, mas é uma espécie de veneração para mim, como se eu tivesse essa garota habitando minha mente desde 2022 e quisesse ser seu servo obediente, preso a uma coleira, e beijá-la tanto no peito enquanto ela se pergunta como eu pude ser tão perturbado a ponto de venerá-la e beijá-la como se estivesse diante de Eva ou algo assim.

Faça isso por horas, com toda a umidade no ar e os feromônios, até meu rosto começar a doer e eu simplesmente adormecer de lado, com as pernas cruzadas, respirando o cheiro do cabelo dela, sentindo sua pele nua, as mãos dela passando pelo meu cabelo, me aconchegando para dormir novamente, esperando para recarregar as energias e fazer tudo de novo, não por luxúria, mas nesse estado intermediário de excitação causada pela ocitocina, onde eu simplesmente tenho um orgasmo mental ao sentir tudo isso ao mesmo tempo. Algo me vicia mais do que qualquer outra coisa, e eu daria a minha vida por isso.

Odeio ter que me sentir assim, mas essa é a verdade, e isso me mata a cada dia que passa. Isso precisa significar algo para ela. Há algum tipo de conexão no ar que não consigo ver, algum tipo de ligação superior que deveríamos ter e que está demorando para se revelar. Que eu esteja errado sobre tudo isso. Por favor, deixe-me acreditar que tudo terminará bem, que meus 24 anos foram uma preparação e que Deus só queria testar meus desejos e sentimentos. Por favor, que este mundo não seja apenas respostas frias e calculadas de mamíferos, baseadas em índice reprodutivo e sobrevivência do mais forte. Deixe-me ser aquele que a beija, deixe-me ser aquele que sente o calor em seu peito e se sente pleno, completo, silenciando todo o ruído, as vozes, o medo, a dúvida, a desilusão, a agonia, o tormento, meu torpor, minha dor.

Por favor, por favor, que isso seja verdade.

E não me refiro aos seios, literalmente à parte superior do peito, acordar confortavelmente debaixo dos lençóis em um quarto escuro e simplesmente nos abraçarmos pela cintura, sentindo o suor em nossas camisas, e beijá-la na clavícula, e assim por diante. Não precisa necessariamente ter um desfecho sexual, embora me deixasse excitado, é claro, mas é uma espécie de veneração para mim, como se eu tivesse essa garota habitando minha mente desde 2022 e quisesse ser seu servo obediente, preso a uma coleira, e beijá-la tanto no peito enquanto ela se pergunta como eu pude ser tão perturbado a ponto de venerá-la e beijá-la como se estivesse diante de Eva ou algo assim.

Faça isso por horas, com toda a umidade no ar e os feromônios, até meu rosto começar a doer e eu simplesmente adormecer de lado, com as pernas cruzadas, respirando o cheiro do cabelo dela, sentindo sua pele nua, as mãos dela passando pelo meu cabelo, me aconchegando para dormir novamente, esperando para recarregar as energias e fazer tudo de novo, não por luxúria, mas nesse estado intermediário de excitação causada pela ocitocina, onde eu simplesmente tenho um orgasmo mental ao sentir tudo isso ao mesmo tempo. Algo me vicia mais do que qualquer outra coisa, e eu daria a minha vida por isso.

Odeio ter que me sentir assim, mas essa é a verdade, e isso me mata a cada dia que passa. Isso precisa significar algo para ela. Há algum tipo de conexão no ar que não consigo ver, algum tipo de ligação superior que deveríamos ter e que está demorando para se revelar. Que eu esteja errado sobre tudo isso. Por favor, deixe-me acreditar que tudo terminará bem, que meus 24 anos foram uma preparação e que Deus só queria testar meus desejos e sentimentos. Por favor, que este mundo não seja apenas respostas frias e calculadas de mamíferos, baseadas em índice reprodutivo e sobrevivência do mais forte. Deixe-me ser aquele que a beija, deixe-me ser aquele que sente o calor em seu peito e se sente pleno, completo, silenciando todo o ruído, as vozes, o medo, a dúvida, a desilusão, a agonia, o tormento, meu torpor, minha dor.

Por favor, por favor, que isso seja verdade.

And I don’t mean breasts, literally the upper chest area, waking up being comfortable under the sheets in a dark room and just getting along in a tight waist hug feeling the sweat on our shirts and just kiss her by the collar bone, going on and on, It doesn’t really have to lean for a sexual outcome really even tho it would give me a boner of course, but it’s just some sort of veneration thing for me like I have this girl inhabiting my mind since 2022 and I would want to be her obedient servant on a leash and kiss her so much on her chest while she wonders how could I be so fucked up in the brain to venerate and kiss her like Im front of Eve or something.

Do that for hours with all the moisture getting in the air and pheromones, till my face starts to get sore and I just get asleep tightly locked sideways with our legs crossed and breathing her hair feeling her bare skin her hands running through my hair cuddling me to another sleep waiting to recharge and doing it again, not in lust but in this sort of oxytocin gooning middle ground where I just orgasm with my mind by feeling all of this at once, something gets me addicted more than anything else and I would die for.

I hate that I need to feel like this but that’s what the truth and it’s killing me everyday that comes by, this gotta mean something for her, there’s some sort of thread in the air that I cannot see, some sort of higher connection that we should have and it’s taking time to reveal, let me be wrong about all of this, please let me believe that it turns out good in the end, that my 24 years were a preparation and God just wanted to try and test my desires and feelings, please let this world not be just cold and calculated mammal responses based on breeding index and survival of the fittest, let me be the one who kisses her, let me be the one who feels the warmth laying over her thorax and be full, completed, silencing all the noise, the voices, the fear, the doubt, the disillusion, the agony, the torment, my torpor, my pain.

Just please, please let this be true.
Damn, man, it must be wonderful to wake up cuddling and be able to smell a girl you love😿
 
i used to think kinda like this and it never happened

better to try and get a girlfriend now and not later when you will only be allowed to talk to old hags
brutal for oldcels who can only hope to get a saggy old foid
 
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better to try and get a girlfriend now and not later when you will only be allowed to talk to old hags
So fucking brutal man. I'm too old to get a teen foid, I don't know how the oldcels cope being locked from even foids in their 20s
 
So fucking brutal man. I'm too old to get a teen foid, I don't know how the oldcels cope being locked from even foids in their 20s
sometimes it feels like literally everyone is looking when a beautiful teen foid walks past, even really old men

it's catastrophically over
 
I have this girl inhabiting my mind since 2022

We call this oneitis for a reason, it's a disease that makes you sick. Get well soon man.


I.. ..want to be her obedient servant on a leash and kiss her so much on her chest while she wonders how could I be so fucked up in the brain to venerate and kiss her like Im front of Eve or something.

Stopped reading here. No femdom.
 
sometimes it feels like literally everyone is looking when a beautiful teen foid walks past, even really old men
Male brains are primed to find teen foids the most attractive. If you never have sex with a prime age foid, you will never be capable of feeling fully sexually satisfied
 
yikes sweaty have you tried a shower? :foidSoy:
 
Male brains are primed to find teen foids the most attractive. If you never have sex with a prime age foid, you will never be capable of feeling fully sexually satisfied
i hate the idea so much that i'll be 80 years old and still feeling like that, crushing
 
it's so fucking brutal. life is beyond brutal for us. reading this i feel my own desires of just wanting to lay in bed with a girl and wrap my arms around her but know this will never happen. fucking BRUTAL
 

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